ROLEPLAY HQ - gone-before-dawn

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, use of drugs/alcohol, psychical abuse, suggestive language, mentions of self harm, will add more if needed.

College, a time for young adults to get their first taste of life, to truly be an adult for the first time in their life and it was no exception for Devon. She'd grown up in a loving home with parents that took care of all her wants and needs. Nothing much ever happened in her life as she grew. Living in a well to do neighborhood with parents who loved each other and worked decent nine to five jobs. Her high school life had been how most movies depicted, a cheerleader, well liked and friendly with whomever she came into contact with. Once she graduated she had opted to go two cities away for a chance to really have her independence. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents, she did but they were... a lot to handle a lot of the time. Her friends in high school had joked that her mother would spoon feed her until they died if she could have and Devon always laughed it off but the truth of the matter was... She could definitely see her mother doing that. Being the only surviving twin after a tough pregnancy her mother always tended to go overboard when it came to Devon. At first Devon had been terrified but after the first few weeks college life hadn't seemed bad at all. Her and her roommate had become instant friends, their backgrounds were a bit different but both seemed to have similar tastes in music and boys. The general classes that most first years took were a breeze for Devon and before she realized it one semester was said and done. All of her classes were either an A or a B grade. She'd go home to visit her parents once a month for a weekend to keep her parents from worrying too much and it was after one of these particular trips that she found herself. .

15:06

She was going to be late to her first class of the semester, she'd heard the English Professor was a stickler for tardiness and it hadn't bode well for her that she'd come back to campus late yesterday evening. With hardly any sleep Devon had slept through her first two alarms and had to practically run to make it to the class in time. Her Fitbit watch read 8:58 when she burst through the wood panel door huffing as she tried to catch her breath. Heads turned and glanced her way as she scanned the lecture hall looking for a seat. Most were taken save for a few in the back and Devon slung herself into the closest seat beside an unassuming looking guy and a girl who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but in the classroom. "Excuse me." Devon whispered to the girl on the outside of the row as she tried to squeeze in. She accidently bumped the guys arm and she apologized yet again before hastily tucking her bag on the back of her chair.

15:07

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College was just a new an experience for Ian as it was for anyone; perhaps even newer. Given the end of his untimely 'sabbatical' from education; Ian was to begin anew, starting his college life during the early days of his local college's second term. For the first time in his life, Ian was free. His mother's hand wasn't puppeteering his life, nor was his fathers belt striking his defiance. The new school year stood to define the rest of his life! He was going to graduate with the highest degree he could earn! He'd be at the top of the grade, and not a single thing would stand to divert his attention from conquering his new campus! 'No. Distractions. Allowed.' Just like they always said… That was his attitude as he glided his way into his first period, precisely 3 minutes early. Strangely, by the time the clock struck 9:30, Ian had surrendered that idea. It was 8:59, 30 seconds to the abutting hour, a girl brushed past him. To be specific, she brushed past his left arm… And that- that was a very new experience. The arm covered in rashes, scars, bruises and welts, was met with a gentle embrace… For the following 30 minutes, not a single note was taken; nor was a single piece of information retained. Ian's mind was starstruck for half an hour, as he lightly traced his own arm, trying to replicate what that mysterious girl made him feel, yet nothing of note occurred. With the world fading behind him, Ian raised his low-hung head, turning his glare to the angel on his left. With piercing brown eyes that could easily make the worlds mightiest generals stumble, and skin soft enough to mimic silk; her presence was almost intoxicacion to Ian. And from that moment, right until the end of class, Ian simply stared, with a slight smile forcing its way upon his face; as one thought raced through his head, 'Who are you, angel of mine?' @Here Lies Nymphy

As class droned on Devon was relieved to discover that the English class was going to be a lot like last semester. While the workload seemed a bit dense as they went over the syllabus she felt confident enough in her abilities. After everything was outlined the Professor jumped right into their first lecture. Of course Devon would take emaculate notes. It was one of her habits that had helped her on too many occasions when it came to tests and projects. When class was about over She couldn't help but feel like the guy on her right was looking at her. The professor turned to highlight something on the smart board and Devon leaned slightly over, her eyes glancing at him. Her eyes sparkled and she offered him a friendly smile. "Pretty straight forward huh? I'm Devon, what's your name, handsome?" The flirt was effortless, it was almost like a second nature to her and she had no clue what sort of complications that it would cause later on down the road. @Deleted User

With a starke glance, Ian's heart-rate skyrocketed. The thumping in his chest would make a Vespa jealous. Cheeks flushed and a smile domineering across his face, all he could muster in response was a simple 'I'm Handsome, Hi Ian?' Fumbling like a lovestruck middle schooler! As if he was painting a target directly on his back for the clown of the grade. And sadly not even the funny clown, just the pity hire. Millions of thoughts would race through anyone's head in a situation like this, after all, paranoid worrying really is a staple of every normal college student. And Ian Ansel played that part to perfection. Shy and flustered, batter your breathing, flush your cheeks, and mix-up your words… She's the first person to talk to you here, act conceited, act nice. Never give off an intimidating presence. It's easier to better a neutral reputation than it is to better a bad one.. @Here Lies Nymphy

A chuckle would escape her lips at her desk mate's blunder on his words. In a strange way she found it kind of cute though she wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not. "Oh?" Another giggle and she shook her head, her hair partially falling from behind her ear as she did which she instantly moved to tuck back behind it and offered him a grin. "Well Ian, I haven't seen your face around campus..." It wasn't like the campus was that smile where everyone knew everyone but it was small enough that she'd have glanced him at least once especially since they were in the same year. "Just transferred?" Her question came off innocent enough, just a girl trying to make friendly conversation. The professor tapped the board as he circled something that they would need to remember and Devon gave him an apologetic smile before she went back to her note taking. Perhaps after class they might hold a better conversation but for now she needed to take the notes for the remainder of class. They'd been given their first paper assignment already when the clock hour struck and Devon was already loading up her things as the professor dismissed them. Most other's were already heading out the door but because Devon hadn't brought her laptop and just brough paper and pen it took her a bit longer to pack up her things. She watched as the girl to her left leave their row and head for the doors. Seeing that Ian had remained she turned to him then as the last of her things were placed in her bag. "Do you have another class?" She raised an eyebrow in askance as she stood, her bag slung over her shoulder. @Deleted User

Taken aback by her smile, Ian tilted his head, letting his bangs fall to the left as he responded with a simple "Yeah, I transferred here" before elaborating with a more invested tone- "I moved states even! My old college- well let's just say I was a bittttt of a troublemaker. They let me off easy though, which I am grateful for" A shy grin rippled across his face and he looked to be slightly embarrassed by his troublesome first semester; his innocent shyness almost completely contrasting with the statement he just uttered. That, of course, simply draws so many questions into consideration, which nobody needs to explain to be his motivation behind saying so. Contradictions were not something he learned as a tool to interest people, rather it was intuition. Ian of course, wasn't a master manipulator or anything of the sort. That requires experience. And he didn't have the experience to gain that degree of control.. yet. Currently, Ian was relying on his natural talent, applying any and all lessons he learned whenever he could. But what was really driving him here- is passion. With the sound of clicked pens, shuffling backs, and passive conversation coating the background, Ian slowly began to close his laptop; continuing the conversation while doing so. "And oh yeah, I do actually." He stammered , his voice slightly lost in his resurfacing blush. "Literature. How about you, got another one today?" Perhaps he had been rash to ask her that but he figured a give-and-take from this conversation couldn't do any harm. @Here Lies Nymphy